Oh sweet sleep,
I'm so amused.
This chronic illness
I live with everyday,
It comes back again and again,
But it does'nt always stay.
Darkness, no light,
Do what I can to survive the fight.
Pop pills, turn up a bottle, floor the throttle.
This illness has some hold on me.
Just let me be.
I guess I'm paying a price,
Oh glorious world, your so nice.
I bawl and bawl wishing it would
And go away
All I can here and all I can say
Is that I have a fucking